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The night before Miles goes away to school, Flora sneaks out of bed to say goodbye.
“And when we’re old enough, I’ll take you away with me. It’ll be like in the song.” He hummed a few notes. "Lavender's green, remember? I shall be king, and you--”
“But who told you so?” interrupted Flora, miserably. “How can you know?”
“I told myself,” said Miles. “You see, you *do* remember.”